Summer Moleskine: The Best Day EVER

Can’t you just feel the sarcasm dripping off that title? Yeah, the less said about this, the better, I think.

Funny thing about drawing comics about my experiences last summer is that it solidifies them in my mind much more than they would have if I’d just let them go by. Which only makes sense. But it means that the bad stuff is just as vivid in my mind as the good stuff. Still, what kind of boring-ass journal comic would this be if everything were sunshine, rainbows, and kitten farts all the time?